As you push forward past the bend, you suddenly come across a set of metal bars blocking your path. They seem to be rusted and old, but sturdy enough to hold. On your left, you see a small room covered in the same slimy moss that seems to be all over the tunnel walls. The room is small and cramped, with barely enough space to move around. There is a musty smell coming from inside, and you can barely make out what looks like a pile of old, moldy blankets in one corner. The walls are slick with moisture, and the air is heavy and damp. You feel uneasy, and the scratching sounds from above seem to have grown louder.
